I want to cry,
but I don't.
Emotions run through me.
I want to scream,
but I keep myself contained.
Holding my sore throat.
I want to shine,
as I always used to hide.
Sunsetting on high tides.
I wanted to be liked,
where I find myself not caring anymore.
More and more numb.
I want to take your pain,
and use it as my fuel.
As I find great pleasure.
I want to break things,
but tell myself to always be gentle.
With my body tense.
I want to suffer,
but not enough.
Always wanting more.
I want to learn,
but I don't try too hard.
Even with all the motivation I need.
I want to breathe,
but I continue to hold my breath.
Waiting for you.
I want to find happiness,
but I refuse to be happy in such a sad world.
With ignorant people telling me I'm wrong.
I want people to understand,
I'm sure many will soon enough.
I will bleed for everyone.
I want to empower,
if those are patient or willing to listen.
Don't give up.
I want to help others,
where the first steps are near.
My voice will be heard.
I want to be someone you can trust,
but I won't give it to you myself.
Just like you.
I wanted to kill,
I want to love everything I can about you.
Consequences.
I wanted to die.
I want to be alive for you.
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Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
